Each year we gather our painful remembrances
of a sun swept day.
It was a Tuesday, not unlike many others…
an election day.
We stopped to cast votes as we went to work. We were
confident and young.
A short line to vote…Not too much of a delay
—But it was enough.
We walked holding hands. First came noise, then came the news
as people ran past.
The sunlight was dimmed – sirens wailing…a crushing sound
as towers crashed down.
We remember it – it was a roaring silence.
We walked together. Thousands walking together.
Walking in silence.
Friends and lovers – gone. We remember those we lost and
cherish those we found.
The scenes are burn scars – always to be encountered —
on September’s morn.